I went to the Garden of Love, And saw what I never had seen;A Chapel was built in the midst, Where I used to play on the green.
And the gates of this Chapel were shut, And ‘Thou shalt not’ writ over the door;So I turned to the Garden of Love That so many sweet flowers bore.
And I saw it was filled with graves, And tombstones where flowers should be;And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds, And binding with briars my joys and desires.